Smoking Can Damage Your Bottom

Smoking Can Damage Your Bottom!

Stonegrove Public School had admitted only boys for
nearly all of its proud centuries old history. But last year
the headmaster, Mr Grahame, and the board of governors had
decided to allow girls in the sixth form in order to study for their
'A' Levels.

There were now twenty girls at the school, split between
three dormitories. And now that, three weeks after the
beginning of term, the initial strangeness had worn off and
the girls were no longer the subject of quite such intense
curiosity on the part of the boys, they were beginning to
settle in.

One Monday morning Mr Freeman, the mathematics master,
returning from a weekend spent with relatives, was surprised
to see a young lady, wearing the Stonegrove uniform, entering
a sweetshop in the local village. He checked his watch. It was
definitely lesson time. He decided to follow her into the shop
and ascertain whether she had leave or if she was playing
truant. If so he intended to give her a firm lecture on the
importance of school rules and to escort her back to school
immediately.

But when he entered the shop he was just in time to see
the girl being served with a packet of cigarettes! This was
much more serious! He recognised her as Caroline Trevlyn, one
of his sixth form maths set.

"Hand over those cigarettes immediately, Caroline!" he
ordered, to the surprise of the young girl assistant, the only
other customer and, most of all to Caroline. The girl was at
first too shocked to respond. Then, blushing furiously, she
stammered: "Oh, sir. They're not for me! I was buying them for
a present to take home in the holidays!"

It sounded weak even to Caroline herself. She had said
the first thing that had come into her head because she knew
just how serious it was to be caught buying cigarettes.

"All right. You can make your excuses to Mr Grahame back
at the school. Now just give me the packet and come back with
me. No arguments. You shouldn't be off the school premises at
all!"

As the teacher and the seventeen year old left the
customer turned to the shop assistant and remarked "I'm glad
I'm not in that young lady's shoes!"

"Yes, rather!" relied the shop girl, "I remember what
happened to me when I was caught with cigarettes at my old
school! And she was out of bounds as well!" As she spoke the
girl's left hand moved to the seat of her jeans and rubbed it
reminiscently.

As they made their way back to the school Caroline begged
Mr Freeman not to report her to the headmaster. But he knew
that he had no choice in the circumstances.

"You'll be hearing from Mr Grahame later today," he said.

Back at school Caroline told her friends what had
happened when she had a chance in morning break. Several other
girls had known that she had been planning an illicit visit to
the village and had, indeed, intended to share in the
cigarettes. So there was a great deal of sympathy for Caroline
for having been unfortunate enough to be caught.

But there was also a great deal of speculation in the
girls' common room, when Caroline was not present, as to the
nature of her punishment! Some of the girls thought that she
might get the cane.

"Look," said Margaret Collins, "my brother got six of the
best from Mr Grahame for smoking last year and there's nothing
in the prospectuses or the school rules that says anything
about girls being punished any different to boys! I think our
little Carrie is going to get herself a sore bum. I'm sorry
for her, of course, but there it is.'

"Oh, come on,' said Marie Hardman, nervously, 'you're
having us on! You can't seriously think that Grahame can cane
our bottoms. It's obscene! They just haven't had time to
revise the school rules properly, that's all!"

"Maybe he'll get Mrs Fisher to do it for him!" suggested
Michelle Richards. A few of the assembled girls laughed. Mrs
Fisher was nearly seventy and rather frail. A caning from her
would be rather like being spanked with a feather!

Tanya Newland added her comment: "It might be on the
hands. At my old school girls could get the cane on the
hands," she said. "I never got it, though!" she added quickly,
before anyone could ask.

"Actually Mr Freeman might not even report her after
all," speculated Kate Rolandson. "You know how good she is at
maths! She's his favourite. Perhaps he only said he was going
to tell Mr Grahame to frighten her and really he's going to
let her off with lines or detention."

"Maybe," said Margaret. "But if I was Caroline I'd put an
extra pair of panties on anyway! My brother says that Grahame
really knows how to whack!"

"Oh, stop it Margaret!" said Marie angrily, "You're being
beastly!"

"It's all right! Caroline's not here, is she? Anyway,
where is she, come to that? Maybe she's bending over in his
study right now!"

This particular theory was disproved a moment later when
Caroline entered the room. Complete silence fell and Caroline
blushed at the thought of what the girls had been talking
about.

"Have you heard anything from Mr Grahame yet,' enquired
Margaret, in a friendly manner. She was really quite friendly
with Caroline and certainly didn't want her to get the cane.
She just had a rather outspoken way with her.

"No. Nothing at all!" Caroline answered rather sharply.
She didn't want to talk about it. She had already realised
that if she was reported to the headmaster she could well be
caned. It was a terrifying prospect to her. At her old school
there had been no corporal punishment and the usual penalty
for rule-breaking was having to learn chunks of English poetry
off by heart - which she quite liked. Once she had had to
write out 200 lines which had resulted in an aching wrist.
This time she knew that she might end up with quite another
part of her anatomy aching - and rather more painfully!

For the short time remaining of morning break the girls
discussed other topics, uncomfortably aware of the presence of
the silent and worried girl anxiously waiting for the chopper
to fall.

All through the rest of the morning's classes Caroline
was distracted, expecting a prefect to come to the class at
any moment and summon her to the Head. The longer the wait,
and the uncertainty, went on, the worst she felt. But nobody
came and it was lunchtime.

Many of the girls had thought that the Head would chose
the dinner hour to 'deal with' Caroline and the tension rose
to a new peak. By now the boys had heard the rumours spreading
and poor Caroline was aware of being pointed out by one boy to
another and of their smirks and sniggers. A few nasty lads
teased her to her face, but Caroline's friends, and the other
boys put a stop to that.

The poor girl was completely unable to concentrate on
lessons that afternoon. Her mind was occupied with the
prospect of the headmaster's cane whacking down either on her
hands or her bottom. Christ! It was awful! She wondered if she
should telephone home to her parents, but she didn't know what
they would say if they knew she'd been out of bounds buying
cigarettes. Her mother, in particular, was very strict about
smoking and, in fact, Caroline's only previous real experience
of corporal punishment had been when Mrs Trevlyn had caught
her with cigarettes.

Three or four times that afternoon teachers angrily
called out to her to attract her attention, and Mr Thompson
made her stand up for the second half of the Economics class
as a reminder. Some of the class were amused, thinking that
Caroline might well have lost her last chance to sit down in
comfort, but others were beginning to wonder why she hadn't
been sent for yet.

And by the time classes were finished many pupils had
come round to Kate's opinion, that Mr Freeman hadn't really
reported Caroline at all. But Caroline herself did not dare to
hope until the bell went for bed time. Mr Freeman had said
that she would hear from the headmaster 'today'. And she
hadn't. Well just the threat of the cane had been a real
punishment - she was going to make sure that she wasn't caught
with cigarettes again!

As she changed into her pyjamas in the Luke House
dormitory Caroline was aware of an overwhelming feeling of
relief. Margaret called over to her, in jest, "I'd keep your
panties on under those jimjams, just in case!' But nobody
seriously thought that anything could happen now.

Mrs Fisher looked in as usual at ten o'clock to turn out
the lights. But this evening she stepped into the dorm and
called to Caroline.

"Caroline Trevlyn! Out of bed, girl! You've got an
appointment with Mr Grahame!"

After thinking that she had got away with it by the skin
of her teeth, the shock was many times worse. Deeply
embarrassed and scared out of her mind the girl had to climb
out of bed.

"No need to get dressed, Caroline. Just put your dressing
gown and slippers on and come with me." Then Mrs Fisher turned
to the other girls.

"I'm going to leave the light on now, girls, for about a
quarter of an hour until Caroline comes back. You may talk -
but quietly! If there is any disturbance in this dormitory
some of you other girls will be joining Caroline in Mr
Grahame's study!"

The teacher and the naughty schoolgirl walked down the
corridor in grim silence. Caroline on the point of tears.

Mrs Fisher knocked on the door of the headmaster's study,
opened the door and ushered the girl in, closing the door
behind her. Caroline found herself, for the first time, alone
in the presence of her headmaster. He was a tall, powerfully
built man, with rather a charisma about him. Caroline would
have felt overawed in his presence at the best of times, and
now, with the knowledge that he had the authority to
administer an extremely humiliating punishment to her she felt
ashamed to look at him. She stood in front of his desk,
trembling slightly, and looked down towards her slippered
feet.

Mr Grahame looked at the miserable culprit for a few
seconds before speaking. Caroline Trevlyn was a pretty
seventeen year old of slightly under average height with soft
features and shoulder length russet hair. She was wearing
light blue pyjamas and a brightly patterned dressing gown. He
sincerely wished it was not necessary to inflict punishment on
this silly little girl, but it was necessary. Finally he
spoke:

"Caroline Trevlyn. Mr Freeman tells me that he found you
out of bounds in lesson time buying cigarettes! Have you
anything to say for yourself?"

Caroline shook her head in silence, still ashamed to look
the headmaster in the face. She did not dare to tell him the
ridiculous story she had told the maths master. She knew it
could only make matters worse.

"I see. You're a new girl here, but I'm sure that you
realise the seriousness of these matters. Possession of
cigarettes by itself is specified in the school rules as being
punishable by the cane, and you have skipped lessons, broken
bounds and lied to a member of my staff as well! Any boy in
your form who had acted as you have done could consider
himself fortunate if he received twelve strokes of the cane,
well laid on! Now, I don't propose to punish you so severely
as you deserve, but can you give me one good reason why I
shouldn't give you a taste of my cane?"

This time Caroline felt that she did have something to
say. She didn't think she stood much chance of getting off,
but she had to try at least. "Yes, sir. I'm a girl and girls
shouldn't be caned. Also my parents wouldn't want me to be
caned. They don't agree with corporal punishment."

"Well Caroline at this school I have one set of rules for
all the pupils. And, it may surprise you, but I have spoken
with both your father and your mother on the telephone earlier
today and neither of them tried to dissuade me from
administering to you the caning which you so richly deserve.
And your mother told me that she'd once spanked you with a
slipper before now for smoking - that's odd, isn't it, if she
doesn't believe in corporal punishment?"

Caroline looked at the headmaster for the first time and
grimaced, but didn't answer. Her wistful mouth and large eyes
appealed for mercy she was not going to get.

The headmaster stood up and moved over to a cupboard in
the corner of the study. He opened it and took out a long
slender cane, yellowish brown in colour. He turned to face the
pretty teenager.

"Six strokes, Caroline, and I am deducting ten house
points from Luke House. I don't suppose you've ever had the
cane before, have you?"

A miserable shake of the head.

"Well, it's intended as a punishment for serious breaches
of the rules and it is a serious punishment. It hurts! But I
shall expect you to remain in position throughout - remember
I'm giving you much less than you deserve! Now, take your
dressing gown off and bend over that chair.'

Caroline obeyed, positioning herself as required and
awaiting the first stroke. She wriggled in deep embarrassment
as she felt Mr Grahame's hand running over the seat of her
blue pyjama bottoms as he checked that she wasn't wearing more
than one layer of clothing. He speedily satisfied himself that
the thin garment was her only protection. Caroline's whole
body tensed as she waited apprehensively for the first blow.

Once he was satisfied with the girl's position Mr Grahame
stepped back slightly and measured the distance with the end
of his cane against her rear. For a moment everything was
deathly still. Then he said: "Right, here it comes. Six
strokes."

He drew the cane back and then slashed it down hard
across the seat of Caroline's taut pyjama trousers. It was
worse than she had feared, a searing line of white-hot pain. A
shudder ran through her body and she gasped audibly, but
bravely made no other sound.

Back came the cane, up over his shoulder, and swish, down
it came to hit that outstretched behind. It made a loud sound,
as if a cushion had been thumped, and Caroline jerked but did
not cry out.

Somewhat surprised at how well the girl was coping with
the early part of her punishment, Mr Grahame applied even more
force to his third stroke.

THWACKK!!

"Oh . . . ow . . . oh!" cried Caroline. She raised first
one foot and then the other. It seemed as if fire was
viciously clutching at her entire bottom. Her breathing was
coming in short sharp gasps, her breasts, within the confines
of the blue pyjama jacket, heaved, her hips swayed from side
to side, as if in an effort - vain though it inevitably was -
to assuage the mind-boggling pain in her thinly covered
buttocks.

There was a short pause - an agonising period during
which Caroline went through mental torture; not knowing where
the fourth stroke would fall. Her backside twitched; her whole
body seemed to have been taken over by some outside force
which was causing her to shake, and her muscles - especially
those in her bottom - to relax rather than tense.

The cane sped down again, landing a little lower this
time. Caroline gave vent to a resounding screech and her
haunches writhed furiously as that vicious stroke sent
vibrations to every nerve and fibre in her body.

"Stay still, girl!" ordered the headmaster. "Two strokes
to come!"

Mr Grahame always made sure that the final two strokes of
a caning were the most painful and now he really lashed the
cane down hard low onto Caroline's bottom on a previously
uncaned area.

"How dare you get up before I tell you to!" rasped the
headmaster angrily. "Back over that chair at once unless you
want extra strokes!"

Caroline had started to cry now but she had no choice but
to obey. Stiffly and painfully she lowered her body and took
hold of the chair again. She had not imagined such pain
possible. Neither could she imagine taking another stroke on
her blazing bottom. But she had to.

Mr Grahame gave the cane a few practice swishes through
the air, each one making the pain-wracked girl feel as if that
awful instrument was about to land, each time her bottom
tensing at the sound.

Then she heard an almighty swish and, a moment later, the
sixth agonising stroke had landed.

"Aarrghh! Ooaw! Ooaw! . . . oh oh oh oh oww!!"

Mr Grahame stood back, placed the cane on his desk, and
looked at the quivering bottom encased in its thin cotton
trousers. He told Caroline to stand up and she did so, her
hands immediately going to her bottom again. She hopped from
foot to foot, still trying to come to terms with the intense
stinging pain still pouring out of her wealed rear.

The headmaster walked back behind his desk and sat down.
He opened a drawer and pulled out the school Punishment Book.
He looked up at the wriggling teenager, tears slowly falling
down her pretty face.

"Put your dressing gown back on Caroline. And stop
crying! It's all over now!"

He was pleased with the manner in which she had taken her
punishment. Many boys made more fuss at their first caning
than this girl had done.

Caroline put her dressing gown back on and tried to sniff
back her tears and stop crying. It wasn't so easy. The caning
might have been 'all over' but the pain certainly wasn't! She
dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief held in her left hand,
but her right hand remained firmly pressed to the back of her
dressing gown.

Mr Grahame made the necessary entries in the book. Then
he looked up and addressed Caroline once again.

"I'm sorry that was necessary, Caroline. I know it's not
very pleasant, and I'm afraid you're going to have a very sore
bottom for a while. But it's not my fault, you know, it's your
own fault! And it's up to you to learn a lesson from this and
improve your behaviour for the rest of your time at this
school. Now let's get you back to your dormitory!"

Caroline would rather not have had the headmaster
accompany her back to the dorm, but she could hardly object.
He did not say a word as they made the slow journey back, but
it was not made in such absolute silence as she had walked to
his study. This time as she walked Caroline could not stop
frequent gasps and ejaculations of pain.

When they reached the dormitory the eyes of all the other
girls were riveted onto Caroline, but the presence of the
headmaster prevented any comments. He stood impassively by the
door as the caned girl limped, blushing beetroot red, across
the room to her bed.

She hesitated when she reached the side of her bed,
uncertain how to get in without aggravating the pain in her
posterior and not wanting to lie down with her weight on her
bottom.

"Go on, girl. Get in face down! Everyone here knows
you've got a sore bottom!" called out the headmaster
helpfully. As soon as she was in bed, face buried in her
pillows, he addressed the rest of the girls.

"You all know by now that I have had to cane Caroline
Trevlyn for a very serious breach of school rules. I don't
like caning anyone, and I especially dislike having to punish
senior girls like you, who are supposed to be young ladies, in
this way. But I can assure you all that I will continue to do
my duty and that if any of you, or any of the other girls at
the school, do anything that deserves a caning then that
girl's bottom will be just a sore as Miss Trevlyn's is now!
I'm switching the light off now, and I don't want to hear a
sound from this dormitory - or else."

There was no talking after the headmaster's departure -
none of the other girls wanted what Caroline had got. But they
could hear her loud sobs as she started crying again. There
were shivers in the darkness from the seven girls who weren't
sobbing. Some girls could not sleep for thinking about what a
caning must be like, hearing Caroline's sobs long into the
night.